As we begin this festive season, there will be many invitations to all sorts of spectacular parties and events. There are people and holidays to celebrate and honor and days filled with memories and laughter. I can hardly wait to receive those invitations in my inbox and mailbox! But…will I be invited? In June, we conducted a short survey in our private Facebook "In Our Arms Community" group, asking members what their top needs and priorities are now in comparison to previous

Is there an item in your home that seems ordinary to others but holds deep significance for you? Sometimes, it is hard to explain to others what meaning that item holds. You probably have a few of them. So do I. There are a few special items in our home that will remain my treasures for years to come. Some items are very small like the locks of baby hair that I kept from our oldest son, James. Because he survived the serious meningitis infection I contracted while expecting h

by Chris Henderson You’ll find that, frequently, I write about my brooding and thoughts during the day-to-day events of life. I learned a long time ago that the Holy Spirit is always with us—whispering his love, encouraging, enabling, and carrying us throughout whatever circumstances we may be experiencing. Most often, I hear God’s voice when I’m driving—either listening to scripture or to worship music. I commute 30-40 minutes each way to and from work daily, giving me more

(Trigger warning for photo below) Journal entry 1/23/15 So where did God go when Robert was admitted to BAMC tonight? All alone as he fights me for hours trying to pull out his IV. Why am I here again? What's the damn purpose? If he hits me in the face one more time! So where did You go? I have some rough edges, so please forgive the raw, tired thoughts on that January night. Looking back over my written words, it is not pretty. This journal entry was written 15 days before R